Angry words at God are
spoken,
When hearts shed bitter
tears.
No comfort can He bring,
When to their pain,
adhere.
With accusing hearts
toward heaven,
Upon Him, place the
blame,
No words of comfort can
you bring,
Their lives no more the
same.
You talk to them of
Jesus,
Of His abiding love,
But with God, they’re
angry,
Your words, away, they
shove.
If only they could come
to see,
God joins them in their
grief,
The Comforter, He will
send,
To give their heart
relief.
Give your heart to Jesus,
Place your sorrow at His
feet,
One day our eyes will
all be dry,
And He will answer questions why.
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